Fletcher, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1609] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.77 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Deign it Goddess from my hand, To receive whate'er this land, From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits: and but lend, Belief to that the Satire tells, Fairer by the famous wells, To this present day near grew, Never better nor more true, Here be grapes whose lusty blood, Is the learned Poets good, Sweeter yet did never crown, The head of Bacchus, nuts more brown Than the squirrels teeth that crack them, Deign o fairest fair to take them, For these black eyed Driope, Hath often times commanded me, With my clasped knee to climb, See how well the lusty time, Hath decked their rising cheeks in red, Such as on your lips is spread, Here be berries for a Queen, Some be red, some be green: These are of that luscious meat, The great God Pan, himself doth eat: All these, and what the woods can yield, The hanging mountain or the field, I freely offer, and ere long, Will bring you more, more sweet and strong. Till when humbly leave I take, lest the great Pan do awake: That sleeping lies in a deep glade, unde a broad beech's shade: I must go, I must run, Swifter than the fiery Sun. And all my fears go with thee. What greatness or what private hidden power, Is there in me to draw submission, From this rude man, and beast? sure I am mortal, The daughter of a Shepherd, he was mortal: And she that bore me mortal: prick my hand And it will bleed: a fever shakes me, And the self-same wind that makes the young lambs shrink, Makes me a cold, my fear says I am mortal: Yet I have heard (my mother told it me) And now I do believe it, if I keep My virgin flower uncropped, pure, chaste, & fair, No Goblin, wood-god, Fairy, Elf, or Fiend, satire or other power that haunts these groves, Shall hurt my body, or by vain illusion, Draw me to wander after idle fires. Or voices calling me in dead of night, To make me follow, and so toll me on, Through mires and standing pools: Else why should this rough thing, who never knew Manners, nor smooth humanity, whose heats Are rougher than himself, and more misshapen, Thus mildly kneel to me? sure there is a power In that great name of virgin; that binds fast All rude uncivil bloods, all appetites That break their confines: then strong chastity, Be thou my strongest guard, for here I'll dwell In opposition against Fate and Hell. Now we have done this holy festival, In honour of our great God, and his rights Performed, prepare yourselves for chaste And uncorrupted fires: that as the priest, With powerful hand shall sprinkle on your brows His pure and holy water, ye may be From all hot flames of lust, and loose thoughts free, Kneel shepherds kneel, here comes the Priest of Pan.
nodes 67–136 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 2 of 40 in this edition
Length
493 words · 650 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.766 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T24 · seed 44: T25 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Deigne it Goddesse from my hand, To receiue what ere this land, From her firtile wombe doth send Of her choise fruites: and but lend, Beliefe to that the Satyre tels, Fairer by the famous wells, To this present day nere grewe, Neuer better nor more true, Heere be grapes whose lusty blood, Is the learned Poets good, Sweeter yet did neuer crowne, The head of Bacchus, nuts more browne Then the squirrels teeth that cracke them, Deigne ô fairest faire to take them, For these black ey'd Driope, Hath often times commaunded me, With my clasped knee to clime, See how well the lusty time, Hath deckt their rising cheekes in red, Such as on your lips is spred, Heere be berries for a Queene, Some be red, some be greene: These are of that lussious meat, The great God Pan, himselfe doth eate: All these, and what the woods can yeeld, The hanging mountaine or the field, I freely offer, and ere long, Will bring you more, more sweet and strong. Till when humbly leaue I take, Least the great Pan do awake: That sleeping lies in a deepe glade, Vnde a broad beeches shade: I must goe, I must runne, Swifter then the fiery Sunne. And all my feares goe with thee. What greatnesse or what priuate hidden power, Is there in me to draw submission, From this rude man, and beast? sure I am mortall, The daughter of a Shepheard, he was mortall: And she that bore me mortall: pricke my hand And it will bleed: a feauer shakes me, And the selfsame winde that makes the yoūg lambs shrinke, Makes me a cold, my feare saies I am mortall: Yet I haue heard (my mother told it me) And now I doe belieue it, if I keepe My virgin flower vncropt, pure, chaste, & faire, No Goblin, wood-god, Faiery, Elfe, or Fiend, Satyr or other power that haunts these groaues, Shall hurt my body, or by vaine illusion, Draw me to wander after idle iers. Or voices calling me in dead of night, To make me followe, and so tole me on, Through mires and standing pooles: Else why should this rough thing, who neuer knew Manners, nor smooth humanitie, whose heates Are rougher then himselfe, and more mishapen, Thus mildely kneele to me? sure there is a power In that great name of virgin; that bindes fast All rude vnciuill bloods, all appetites That breake their confines: then strong chastity, Be thou my strongest guarde, for heere Il'e dwell In opposition against Fate and Hell. Now we haue done this holy festiuall, In honour of our great God, and his rights Perform'd, prepare your selues for chast And vncorrupted fires: that as the priest, With powerful hand shall sprinkle on your browes His pure and holy water, ye may be From all hot flames of lust, and loose thoughts free, Kneele shepheards kneele, heere comes the Priest of Pan.